Gelid

The idea that the ones I'd carried the sun for would be here now as I burn amongst the ashes
Is idea enough to deserve pity and the most sordid of laughters
And while I genuinely believed that once death granted me closure
I would feel free

Free of the pain that trailed generosity
Free of the lonliness that stalked friendliness
Like the decay that follows a corpse
I felt drained and rotting

Knowing that no one will ever appreciate what I do, or what I create
All that I leave behind no matter how much passion is put in
Could never be enough to carry the weight of the world
And even if I did manage to lift up the sun for you once again
Lighting up all that surounded and chasing away those dark clouds
It would take less than a week
Less than a day...
Less than an hour...
To hear you say you're giving up

And it will take me less than a minute
To give you ten different solutions
That you'd have more fun stomping into the ground than actually helping me
Put together our future
A future that is now without a sun